Peilcan Toe: A Short Story

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The take off of the Peilcan Toe. As I walk towards the starting line I begin preparing myself for the adrenaline rush that’s about to take place. I observe my opponents, I notice that they all have an advantage over me; height. As I feel the rays of the sun beam against my moist skin, I think only of the end. I gaze into the bleachers; I see many faces of the unknown. I notice my coach behind the fence, he’s yelling to me, “leave it on the track”, I tell myself, all is well and will end well. As my mind and thoughts come back to me, I pounce toward my starting point; I notice they were rusted and discolored, like an antique bike. I feel the sweat cascade down my face and sweat beads settling in the creaks of my fingers. As I bend…show more content…
I take off not noticing the other opponents as I stride to my goal. Only I can see my mark. I feel motionless and stagnate, my body shuts down, but my brain continues to tell my arms and legs to move. The baton slowly slips, but I tighten my grip. Even though it’s only a short distance, like the hulk taking two steps, my muscles began to ache. I leave my zone only to come back to the reality, as I realize that my teammate is just ahead. I hear my opponents, but they’re out of sight. As Te-Te takes off I know I have to fill in the empty space between us. Cheek to Cheek is the chant I repeat. My arms start to move faster, so my brain tells my legs to catch up. I reach my mark and notices Te-Te hand slowly behind her back, so I gladly our good luck charm in her waiting palm and she’s off, taking my place. I feel my body slowing down, but as I stop I feel sharp pains rush through my body, as if I was hit by a semi-truck. My heart continues to beat fast but it won’t stop till the good luck charm crosses the finish line. I slowly walk to the middle of the field I show my opponents respect, but I continue to watch. The good luck charm has reached the third leg and it feels as if my heart skipped a beat. As anchor leg gets ready to take off, with the good luck charm tightly gripped in her slippery hand. She hurries down the track as if she was in the Kentucky derby. Her opponents are sneaking in on her. At that moment, I felt shame upon us; I can’t…show more content…
Her strides began to get longer, so I think she heard my yelling. Her arms began to move faster, as if she was reading my thoughts, cheek to cheek. A glimmer of hope fell from the sky as she pulled away from her opponents and crosses the finish line. I look towards the score board and I notice its says 45.9. Flickering like a neon sign downtown. Knowing what just hit me, made me fall to my knees. Visioning back to practices in the hot sun. Crying my heart to my knees, running an obstacle course, I continued to push because I knew that, pain was only weakness leaving the

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